What is forgotten
if time is a bluff
What is forsaken
if memory can rust
Where is the drama
the stage ill disposed
Where is tomorrow
today undisclosed
When were you certain
that certain you’re not
When did the hands
stop advancing your clock
How many seasons
must come and then go
How many reasons
to plant and not sow
Why search for glory
in legends unfound
Why only answered
—by martyrs and clowns
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
'of legacy we quest
in water's, muddied by circumstance
since before, birth'..
Poesy as our window to questions
that unveil
what Truth, we're afforded in life...
A great write!
Poignant again, thanks so much.
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